11
Charlie
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I WOKE UP in Maddox’s arms, with him behind me, and smiled. As campy as it sounded in my head, it felt like I belonged there.
“You awake?”
“Kind of.” I began stroking his forearm, wishing we could lie in bed all day together.
“This isn’t where you kick me out of bed and make me do the Walk of Shame, is it?” he murmured in my ear.
I laughed. “No, this is where I kick you out so you’ll get us something to eat.”
“How about we both get out of bed and try the diner across the street again?”
My stomach growled as I thought about the huge plate of food he’d devoured. I was craving morning food. I could almost taste the hash browns Maddox had put down. “Sounds good. How was the breakfast?”
“Big and bountiful. Like these,” he said, cupping my breasts. “I highly recomm
